Two Worlds

These days I fell like I am living in a Brave New World.

Hoping that I am not blindly becoming a single color.

Or that I have a chance to do something before it's truly the end.

I often contemplate how my world feels so split.

And if they are interconnected.

In one breathe, I am happy and living authentically.

In the next I am running to hide from the bureaucracy.

And if I truly am to exist in that terrible state,

I hope I am able to escape.

Flee aboard a pirates ship,

Or dive into the underground encampments.

For if I am plugged into the machine,

And given a role specially meant for me.

I very well may become a blank slate.

Designed to crack.

And in the broken pieces of that one sided world,

I lean into the split,

Where magic begins to swirl.

And the earth welcomes

All of us children

With our brightness and love.

But the crossroad is ever clear.

One world will be born of hate and ruin.

And the other of love and renewal.